The Weave

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First cry, language of the unheard
Old ghosts dancing to a new birth
Knit from souls vanished long gone
Into one, a Reaper`s sideshow

First step, open gates to homesteads
Last thought innocent and unscathed
Tenth spring, sirens knitting mindscapes
Passion of the young, anchors aweigh

He of myriad songs
Of a lifelong call
Cries its moment to the stars

Rips a withering heart
To fall apart
The unweaving has begun

The unweaving has begun
To fall apart
Rips a withering heart

Cries its moment to the stars
Of a lifelong call
He of myriad songs

Passion of the young, anchors aweigh
Tenth spring, sirens knitting mindscapes
Last thought innocent and unscathed
First step, open gates to homesteads

Into one, a Reaper`s sideshow
Knit from souls vanished long gone
Old ghosts dancing to a new birth
First cry, language of the unheard

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